Barbara Spring

Vernal Equinox: The Hero's Journey

The lake's Prussian glaze shimmers,
a slight wind fingers
its surface.

Fishermen troll the still deeps
the first day of spring

their wives, their children, their homes.
They float on the lake
bundled up

like babies. What if they should
become like still life mezzotints

encased behind frames and glass
or wound up neatly in
skeins of wool

forever in their wive's rooms?
Men should roam the seas
standing up

in their boats to pee in the
water, free to be...
lonesome heroes.


The 2River View, 4.3 (Spring 2000)